Symptoms Tonsil Cancer

greencatina @ 2009-06-19T09: 55:00

City, I will write You -
kaleidoscope of fantasy and mystery,
fine pattern of bright marbles lived fate
Within the walls of old houses,
Where home is worth the fuss,
Where no notice do not feel people look
your attentive from under the water.

City, I will write to you -
rustle of the waves of a century granite,
smell the wind,
Heaven, moody, as будто ребенок,
Терпким, как дым
От костерка на задворках, в тени
Здания школы.

Город, я напишу тебя -
Призвуком виденных снов
Утром, спросонок,
Легким
stab in the heart of an hour before dawn.

City, I'll draw your stained glass -
In the frame of the window inconspicuous building overlooking the courtyard,
echo thoughtfully leisurely steps next to the Chapel,
Striking sparks of broken mirrors, rivers and canals,
breath, deep washes away all that boiling,
whisper of water,
wipes out what did not recognize ...